Ang.

I may not hide it, in this dire extreme,
Tircis, I own for you my love....

Cle.

O blessed words! am I indeed so blest?
Repeat them, Phyllis; set my doubts at rest.

Ang.

I love you, Tircis!

Cle.

Ah! Phyllis, once again.

Ang.

I love you, Tircis!